Don't Fear the Reaper (The Indian Lake Trilogy, #2)

by Stephen Graham Jones

So, Galatea said into the mic in her flat academic voice, it’s completely natural that these teens’ courting rituals and their trauma recovery process became “intertwined.” Probably because if life’s the Wheel of Fortune, then she can afford all the letters she wants.

His second-best deputy is the sheriff now. Torches were made to be passed, he figures. Badges too.

“Except you’re not Batman,” Banner has to remind himself. Batman and Joker are his default settings for hero and criminal. Which neither Rex Allen nor Francine ever needs to know, thank you.

The media’s running commentary on the trial now opined that Jennifer’s new defense was that Tab Daniels had been dead already, practically, thus her killing blow was actually not “killing” at all. Does shooting a person already falling from a building still count as murder?

History has to be rewritten because history is the selection of those threads or causes or antecedents that we are interested in—my emphasis.

“I have my moments. But I change channels really fast. And I suffer from ‘delusions.’ My version of reality isn’t the ‘consensually agreed upon’ one.”

“Which… does that tell you anything, ex–final girl? Or—you’re Velma now, aren’t you?” “You’re too young to know Scooby-Doo.”

Aldous Huxley warns, That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons of history.

To answer that, we first have to delve into the understory of the internet, and attempt to settle on which version of him we’re talking about, which, as William Hesseltine says, is akin to trying to nail jelly to the wall.

When the sun glimmered down through the surface, she would drift among those shards of light, not closing her eyes but her mind, until she could pretend to be feeling that brightness up there.

“He’d followed his little paper boat,” her father told her, handing her the one he’d folded, and it was a lesson, a serious lesson she had to listen to, but it also came with a new toy.

Bethany, is down at college, Gal’s heard, trying to get far away enough from Proofrock that she won’t have to think about it anymore. Her little brother being dead probably won’t help with that.